The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1887-08-13
WHISPER.

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When you walk and sweetly talk,
Oh, whisper, gently whisper.
For fairies hear from far and near.
Oh whisper, softly whisper.
oh, when thou thinkest thou art free,
And when thou'd sentimental be,
Thou cans not tell who's watching thee,
So wnisper, gently whisper.
Now every tree can hear and see,
So viii sper, gently whisper.
And every stone hath ears its own
Oh whisper, gently whisper.
For, while this warmth is pretty steep,
Some people do not go to sleep,
But sit and silent vigil keep
Oh whisper, gently whisper.
MORAL IN ADVANCE.
Suppose thou art making an ass of thy
self, Harry Warrington, of Virginia Are
there not people in England who heehaw
too? Kick and abuse him, you who have
never brayed, but bear with him all honest
fellow. feeling: long cared messmates, rec
sgnize a brother donkey !-Thacheray.
VERY LOVELY.
They stood in the moonlight, under a
large, spreading elm. The elm stood near q
corner, and its broad branches hid the front
window of a second story room in the corner
house. The weather was excessively warm,
and the windows were all open. The moon
was up, and it was beautiful, balmy, hun
dred.and,tenin, the.shade sort Of an evening
| couldn't see their faces and don t know
who they were, but they were cery badly
gone. think they must have hailed from
either Zulu or Streator. They came along
from Columbus street, walking eastward,
and stopped under the large tree. 1t was
very late, and the porches in the neighbor.
hood were all empty, They stopped under
the tree and leaned up against the fence.
They were talking very earnestly. If they
had known that there was q bad, wicked
reporter sitting in that upper window, they
would not have talked 80 earnestly.
The youth was speaking of the way that
the whole world was a blank without her be-
side him, and was telling how glorious
would be everything on earth if only she
would consent to become his wife.
George said she tenierly, " George,
will you you alters love me this way? Won't
you never git sick of me and 60 to lovin'
somebody else? "
"No, Mary, | won't never love nobody
else but you!'
DWELL, then I'm yourn,' she exclaimed,
emphatically, and there was noise as of
fvecent firecracker and they fell into each
others arms. Pretty soon she Strengthened
back and stood few feet away from him,
cycling him very intently. Then she said:
George, are you sure you'll alters love
NE? There's lots purter'n I be, and don't
you think tibet some day you'll love some
body else morn you do me?'' George pro.
tested by everything that was sacred that
he would love her only, even unto death
"Well. then I'm yourn!" exclaimed She
and there was another tableau. Pretty
soon she straigh ened back again and looked
him full in the face with quizzical and
dubitative air.
George" said she, 'George, l don't
'spose I'll alters be as purity as | be now.
When get old, there'll be wrinkles on my
forrld, and maybe I'll look real ugly. Do
you 'spose you'll love me then, George, .jist
the same?" George assured her that it
would make no difference with the constancy
Of his affection.
"Well, then I'm yourn!" said the maidea,
and there was another explosion, followed
by grizzly bear embrace. In moment
she was struck with another thought. Her
soul was harrassed with another doubt.
George" said she, " George, when git
old, l 'spect I'll look apful There'll be
creases and wrinkles in my forrid, an may
be l wont have any hair, and I'll have ter
wear store hair, Roman, and sWitches Do
you think you could love me just the same,
George George renewed his protesta-
tons.
"Well, then I'm yourn " she said with
determination, and there was another very
loud OSCILLATION and a tableau with blue
lights. In a moment she said
George, I-I-don't know but maybe when
l git old, may-may loose my teeth. And
think I'll be very horrid, George Just
only think. There'll be wrinkles on my
forrij, and | won't have no hair, and won't
have no teeth, and I'll have to wear switch
es, George, and store hair, and FALSE TEETH,
and-and-and-
whats the matter with glass eye and
wooden ,leg?" observed the reporter in the
window, by way of assisting the fair damsel
Then there was a tableau.f There wss
stiftied scream, big oath, and then the way
that couple moved down Paul street would
have bankrupted camel.race.